| The gold stops us
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| The gold always did
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| The gold took more lives than Uranium
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| Than Plutonium
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| Pandemonium…
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| The thunder approaches
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| The heavy sighing of the monster…
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| Come to break the heavy weather
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| Come to silence all the singing birds
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| Tearing up the sky like paper
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| White-welding through dark steel of clouds
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| And the release of the sudden rain
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| The gold stops us
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| The gold always did
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| The gold took more lives than Uranium
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| Than Plutonium, Pandemonium
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| The Gold!
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| Jet engines and demolition
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| And the summer rain
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| Like finding a lost child
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| The roads are travelled by many
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| Like promises of peace
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| And some choose not to go
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| The F E A R looks like bravado
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| It always did
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| I see them waiting, smiling
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| On the borders in dawn’s mist
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| Or lost to the world in their upturned boats
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| I’ll be free or I’ll die trying to be
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| Trying to BE |